Butchered sincerity, act out of loyalty
Defend your true country, wish away pain
Hand out lobotomies, to save little families
Surrealistic fantasy, bland, boring, plain

Hold me down in restitution
Living out your day of fusion
Is the whole fleece, shun in bastard
Don't feel guilty, master writing
Somebody says that they're not much like I am
I know I can
Make enough of the words You go along
And sing your song

Sickening pessimists, hypocrite master
Conservative communists, apocalyptic bastards
Thank you, dear God for putting me on this Earth
I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst

Hold me down in restitution
Living out your day of fusion
Is the whole fleece, shun in bastard
Don't feel guilty, master writing
Somebody says that they're not much like I am
I know I can
Make enough of the words You go along
And sing your song

Doubt it